Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.